"I don't mean now as in right-this-minute-now, silly," Cleo reached over and pinched Mitu's smooth blue cheek followed by a playful slap.
"I mean now as in after I decide what to wear. What does one wear to an apocalypse these days? It's been so long..."
Her voice traile
(more)d off as she sauntered naked, dripping, dancing, and humming to herself, leaving saffron-infused bathwater in her wake.
Striding unashamed, her bare feet pattered across the bathroom tile onto the plush carpet leading to her near-ballroom-sized closet.
Mitu watched his beloved Cleopatra with a mixture of awe at his beautiful charge's self-confidence and wonder at her ability to adapt to change.
Her Father had seen to it that his daughter had an army of Djinn at her disposal but Mitu had been bound to protect her eternally. In a way, he owned her as much as she owned him.
Her Father's oracles had foreseen what was to come through the years. Knowing she was to rule with her 10 year old brother, he'd given Mitu to Cleopatra before he died.
One of the most powerful Djinn of all, Mitu was devoted to his charge. He would move Heaven and Earth to keep her protected and had done so more than once throughout their long years together.
"Mitty, bring me my copper cuffs," her voice was muffled by the sound of clothes being tossed about as she dug through her extensive wardrobe. "The bracelets Jules gave me."
"Are you sure most benevolent one? They are very powerful," he reminded her.
"Duh!That's the point Mitu," she chided."Don't be such a party-pooper,we can't go to an apocalypse underdressed now can we?"
It had been so long since her eyes had sparkled with anything other than anger and he could refuse her nothing.
"As you wish."(less)
